She couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment, even though there was still hope there. She wanted so badly to reunite her lover with his best friend.
Her cell phone rang and Sailor remembered she hadn’t called Bodhi back. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and answered it.
“Hi, baby.”
“Jesus H. Christ,” she heard Bodhi’s voice, the terror in it, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Of course not, honey, calm down, breathe. I’m sorry I didn’t call you back right away.”
He obviously knew where she had gone. She heard his ragged breathing as he steadied himself. “God, Sailor, the images in my head…”
Sailor thought back to Claudio’s paintings but shook the images away. Bodhi need never know about them. “Why are you concerned?” she asked, lightly. “It’s only Claudio.”
When he spoke, there was ice in his voice. “Don’t lie to me, Sailor. You’ve never done that before, it’s not like you. I know what Claudio had been thinking these last years. Did he hurt you?”
Sailor bit her lip. Did she lie again? “No, but it was a difficult conversation.” At least that was true. “And I failed. We reached an understanding but he won’t…” Her voice choked up then, and she began to cry. “I’m so sorry, Bodhi, I thought I could make him see, make him want to reconcile with you.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice was soft now. “I love you for trying, but this all has to come from Claudio.”
Sailor wiped her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “And I didn’t go to Vinci to get you a gift.”
Bodhi laughed. “Hey, pretty girl, look up ahead.”
She looked up to see Vittoria’s SUV driving toward her, her lover behind the wheel. She had never been so glad to see him and when he parked in front of her and got out, she went straight into his arms. “You came to get me.”
“Of course, I did.” He kissed her tenderly. “Man, you are the bravest person I know, and you keep proving it over and over.”
She flushed but looked at him with serious eyes. “You knew? About the paintings?”
He nodded. “I did. Did he show you them?”
“Yes. And then we burnt them together.”
She saw Bodhi’s shoulders slump. “Thank god.” His arms tightened around her. “Sailor…all I ever wanted to do was protect you and our family. Forgive me for not telling you about Claudio’s…psychosis?”
“If you’ll forgive me for today.”
“Deal. God, when you called, I thought I might drive the car off the road with relief. Let’s just hang here for a while so I can get my blood pressure down.”
Sailor grinned wickedly at him. Actually, I was just thinking I might try and raise your blood pressure. There are some shady cypress trees over there.”
Bodhi laughed. “Then send it through the roof, baby.”
And, laughing, they were soon making love under the trees. Bodhi thrust into her as she lay beneath him, and she gazed up at him. “You know how much I love you?”
Bodhi grinned and rammed his cock deep into her, making her moan. “As much as this, and this, andthis…”
Tuscany, Italy
August
Sailor stood at the doorway to the villa that she and Bodhi had purchased a little over a year ago. She breathed in the sultry, warm air of the Tuscany hills, listening to the quiet murmur of their guests as they waited for her in the makeshift aisle under the pergola. Her daughter Solly was playing with her little basket of rose petals, eager to walk with her mother down the aisle.
She heard a noise behind her and turned, her hand flying up to her mouth when she saw who was behind her. The surprise and joy flooded through her and tears started to drop down her face.
“I thought you weren’t going to come, I thought…oh my god…”
And she ran into Claudio’s arms. He hugged her tightly. “I could not stay away, not today. I’m sorry I did not come before.”